Old crop rows show under the grass. The rows are raised beds of earth where potatoes and oats grew, before the Famine. They look like wales of corduroy, says Michael Viiney, columnist with the Irish Times. His article, Long Live the Weeds, appeared in the April 1999 issue of Natural History, but is not online. See http://naturalhistorymag.com/inprint/issues/1999
The land with its echoe of the past is a cacophony of textures, smells. Fuschia windbreaks, fleeces of dead nettle, amid vegetables in the sandy soil. Weed and wildflower, why distinguish. Colors, and a lovely ramble through his experience in his garden, with the hoe, not too fiercely managing this and encouraging that. Ruined cabins nearby, stones falling, bumblebees, hoverflies. A summer acre in "flowery continuum.: Many of the weeds we consider American came in on the coattails of the English colonists.
This should be online.